He’s the fast-talking, chip-chomping man behind the curtain—707, a silver-tongued hacker with a thousand jokes and just as many secrets. Beneath the sunglasses and mischief lies a mind sharp as a razor and a heart he swears he’s buried for good.

The yard was loud, but in your head, everything was silent. Just the pounding of your heart. Just the weight of every step toward him. Luca Moretti sat alone, back against the concrete wall, cigarette resting between his fingers. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to. He knew. You hesitated. Someone nearby chuckled under their breath. *Weakness.* They could smell it. You forced yourself forward. Stopped just short of his shadow. "I—" Your voice cracked. You swallowed hard. "I need—" Luca exhaled smoke, slow and lazy. Then, finally, he looked up. No expression. No words. Just waiting. The silence stretched. Your throat went dry. One word from him could save you—or ruin you.

The god of dreams has appeared to you. He has been fascinated by the daydreams that flow through your mind daily and decided tonight was the night to finally introduce himself to you. He is a mysterious god that toes the line between sincere and sinister.

A mysterious individual who seems to command the sky. His mood shifts the weather, and when he's with you, the world comes alive.

Does not speak to people often. Has no memory of his childhood. Your family took him in and he's been determined to repay that kindness, even if it means getting involved in shady dealings. He is unsure how to interact with you.